I just didn’t know where you were, darling.
I don’t have my cell phone with me because I dropped it in the toilet last week. I wasn’t able to call you and get to know where to meet you in that shitty downtown.
Montreal, what a waste of concrete, bricks and iron !
Oh! Don’t make a fuss with all this, darling. I know I could have used spare change and call you from a public phone.
I could have thought about it but sometimes but I have a lazy mind. I always forget important things…
Yes, I never forget my evenings spent with my beer buddies.
Yes, I never forget when it’s time to play hockey with my sports buddies or to write poems in a bar with my writing buddies.
I know. I probably am a bastard or something. They all say that.
I probably am the worst lover you ever have.